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Mercy drops…

It started off slowly. Drop…drop…drop…so slowly that you could almost ignore it…except for those few wet blotches on the wooden banister of the back porch landing.

“There’s nothing on the radar,” he called out, and I decided right then to just tell God a big old “THANK YOU!” for each and every drop.

We need them. Every single one…and we need them to bring their friends. We’ve been dry. For awhile.

The week has been challenge-full. It started with an accident. Crashing, folding metal right at my driver’s side door. We were all mobile under our own power at the scene, however, and that was all God.

A few days later, we watched a second tow truck haul away the second vehicle…in need of a pricey new fuel pump, but at least it happened here in the driveway and not where I couldn’t get to the rescue.

Brakes in need of repair on the motorcycle…it seemed God’s suggestion that we just stay put.

And so we did.

We had quiet week nights here at home prepping for upcoming tests and waiting out the healing while bruises faded and peace reigned and ease of movement began to return.

All in all, it’s been a good week. Maybe others wouldn’t think so, but I know better.

We’re all still here and there’s the gift of rainfall coming down right now, the ebb and flow of drops making it too fast now for me to count blessing for each drop…and trying to just the same.

I curled up on the ancient glider on the screened-in porch and just rested in the cooling rain-breeze telling God “thank you!” for all we know (and all we don’t!) as our little bird friend took refuge in the front porch corner once again.

Welcome back, bird. We’ve been missing you.

Oh, Father, help us not to miss You. There are puddles in the driveway…with standing water on the ground…praise!

“Mercy drops ’round us are falling, but for the showers we plead!” ~Showers of Blessings, lyrics by D.W. Whittle, 1883